And the Dorkula comes in the niiiiiiight~

[sanguophilia]

[[In the middle of the night, Dorkula creeps out to the church, tiptoeing down the stairs to the catacombs, watching carefully for any sign of movement. He's followed Rue's scent here, and while he can't for the life of him understand why someone so perfect lives in a tomb, it doesn't so much matter to him where she lives anymore. What matters

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[fouettedekraehe]

[jumps] --Aiiiee!

[sanguophilia]

[[He tries to reach out for her mind and calm her, but his own mind is far from focused, and the best he can do is attempt to calm her by exterior methods.]]

Relax, relax... It's only me.

[fouettedekraehe]

[clutching her chest, out of breath from her scare]

Autor? What are you doing here? I thought you were asleep.

[sanguophilia]

You know I don't sleep at night.